Seeing Ye Shaohua's action,
Fu Xue also scoffed, "Shaohua, did you not hear clearly, only disciples of our sect can..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the expression on the old man's face who had taken the golden token changed all of a sudden.
He sat up straight, his murky eyes fixed on Ye Shaohua for a long while. A hint of surprise flickered through his eyes. A moment later, he handed the golden token to Ye Shaohua, "Number 1, Ye Shaohua, go on in."
As soon as these words came out, not to mention Fu Xue and Yue Qingyuan, even Min Xuan was severely shocked.
"Number 1? How could it be number 1?" Fu Xue quickly noticed something was off with the old man's expression.
Her own expression wasn't very good either.
Did Ye Shaohua also possess a soul talent? Then why wasn't it detected three years ago?
The old man withdrew his gaze from Ye Shaohua and reverted to his previous demeanor, completely ignoring Fu Xue, let alone answering her question.